Harry entered his room, after a long day of school, and training, in a bit of a tired mood, yet he saw something that had gotten his attention, to bring the dark haired mutant out of his dull mood, and get his motor running just a little bit.
Kitty sat perched on the bed, her legs crossed, wearing a schoolgirl uniform. She had a short white top that reached down to her midriff area, a mini-skirt which wrapped around her hips, to showcase her rear end, and Harry caught sight of her lovely legs, which were covered in a pair of white stockings and dress shoes. To top off the entire picture, Kitty had her hair tied back in pigtails, and she was slowly and seductively sucking on a lollipop.
Her tongue swirled around the lollipop, with Kitty's eyes locked upon Harry's, and she offered a smile, crossing her legs over each other.
"Hi, Harry," Kitty remarked in a bright tone, licking her lips as she saw him, or rather how a certain part of him. "Do you see something that you see?"
Harry's eyes widened and a smile crossed his face, when he drank in the vision before him. "How about all of the above?"
"I can live with that...whoops," Kitty answered, as the lollipop slipped out of her hand, and landed on the floor. She gave a little shrug, and got down on her knees, a remorseful look spreading over her face. "I dropped my lollipop, I hate it when that happens. I guess I'm going to have to suck on something else."
Without warning, Kitty reached forward, and began to unbuckle the belt around Harry's pants, before pulling it down to his ankles, and then removing his boxer shorts.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
Harry looked down, with Kitty locking onto his eyes, and the eye contact was made when she pulled his cock out, locking onto it with her hand, allowing her to pump on it up and down until she got it to full fast. The young wizard felt the desire with his girlfriend pumping on his cock, with her stroking it, and feeling it in her hand.
Then the brunette mutant switched tactics, swirling her tongue around the head of Harry's cock, moving up towards the base, and then circling Harry's entire length on all sides, before she went down between his legs, and licked and sucked on his balls. Harry grabbed her hair, and Kitty slowly edged Harry's cock into her mouth.
Kitty felt the pleasure and the taste, of Harry's thick tool in her mouth, and felt the reaction that she was giving him, it was great, and she proceeded to go down on Harry, stroking his base.
"That's it, suck my cock, suck it hard," Harry managed, grabbing her hair, and running his hands through her hair, where Kitty continued to bob up and down, up and down onto his thick tool. "Suck it hard, such a good mouth, make me blow!"
Not wanting to disappoint Harry, Kitty sped up her motions, and she could sense the taste of his seed coming. The entire thought of it made Kitty wet, and the moist heat rose between her legs, once she continued to go down on Harry, the back of his cock hitting his throat.
"So close, getting closer," Harry managed, and Kitty bobbed her head up and down, getting faster with each moment, stroking what she could not fit into her mouth with her hands, even if it was more so than normally, and rubbing his balls.
Harry began to work Kitty's shirt open, and play with her bra covered chest, but there was little time to go much further than that, for Harry's balls tightened and he felt that a release coming soon.
"Cumming right now," Harry warned her, and his balls tightened hard, before a huge load had shot down Kitty's throat, splattering several thick ropes of cum down her throat.
Kitty swallowed the tasty treat, making a smacking sound with her lips, and the lewd sound was doing wonders in getting Harry geared up for a second round, with the brunette schoolgirl circling, bending over to see her thong covered ass.
She gave a surprised, but pleased scream when Harry smacked her hard on the ass.
"Got to love a cute schoolgirl in a thong," Harry responded, and without warning, he reached underneath her skirt, before her panties vanished with a pop.
Kitty felt the breeze of cool air hit her nether regions, and she offered a smile. "Oh, naughty."
Harry used his thumb to rub her clit, and Kitty moaned, feeling the pleasure of Harry's sensations, her body feeling like it heated up, and it was one of the best feelings in the world as well. The moist juices rolled down her legs, and she felt wet, aching to feel his cock penetrate her in the worst way.
Immediately, Harry tossed Kitty down on the bed, flipped her skirt up, and plunged his cock right into her warm, moist, folds.
"Oh, Harry, yes," Kitty breathed, feeling the sensation of Harry fucking her, first slow and short, and then long and hard, with his balls slapping against her thighs when his fucking sped up.
"Like me fucking you on the bed like this?" Harry asked her, grabbing Kitty's hair, and slamming into her nice and hard.
"Yes, fuck me harder," Kitty begged him, not caring if she could not stand the next day, and her pussy clenched, when his fingers rubbed over her nipples, tracing circular motions around them.
"Who does this tight little body belong to?" Harry asked, whilst he continued to pump deep into her, penetrating her, and feeling her warm tightness wrap around him like a glove, screwing the life out of her.
Kitty was flat on the bed, and she panted only out two words. "Yours Harry, I'm yours, make me your bitch, fuck me hard!"
Harry did so, his cock continuing to feel the inside of this tight pussy, and the brunette girl was losing her mind to the sensations she felt, with Harry slamming his cock into her, sliding into her, and pushing back into her waiting pussy. It dripped her juices on the bed, and Harry slapped her ass, squeezing it.
The tightness of her ass was the indication of a girl who worked out nice and hard, and Harry continued to fuck her long and hard in her cunt, savoring the feeling.
"So good feeling inside you, it's a feeling that's better than life," Harry managed, fucking her tight. "Going to come, baby."
"Do it, I need it!" Kitty yelled, biting down on her lip, and Harry's balls seized up, with Kitty expecting the flood that was about to come.
Sure enough, it did not disappoint, Harry's dick splattered the thick, creamy fluids into her willing pussy, Kitty clenched Harry, riding out his extremely powerful orgasm, and feeling herself become lighter than air, when Harry had drained himself into her tight cavern.
Kitty collapsed down on the bed, feeling content, when suddenly a husky voice with a Southern Accent could be heard.
"Is this a private party, or can anyone join?"
True to form, Rogue had popped up, and much to Harry's apparent and extremely visual pleasure, she was completely naked, showing her curvy, but pale, form to him.
Without warning, Harry grabbed Rogue, and pulled her onto the bed, before smashing his lips against hers with a kiss, a gesture which Rogue reciprocated happily. This allowed Kitty a moment to slide back, and take a deep breath after the hard fucking that Harry gave her, but she knew full well that Harry would have her back up.
Harry's skilled hands worked their magic on Rogue's breasts, and her moans got more prominent feeling Harry fondle them, squeeze her, give them pleasure, to her sensitive globes.
"You know how to treat a woman right, Harry," Rogue moaned, and she felt Harry rub his hands all over her, before she was pushed back onto the bed, and Harry lined up his cock with the crevice of her breasts.
"I'm going to fuck those juicy titties until you can't take it any more," Harry said, cupping her breasts for emphasis, and then rocking back, to rub his cock head over the standing nipples.
"Please, do it," Rogue begged, both sets of lips tingling with moisture.
And sure enough, Harry did it, sliding his cock deep into her cleavage, and pumped it in and out, working it through her massive round breasts, feeling it squeeze him hard. They felt so good wrapped around his cock, it was the most natural thing in the world, just pushing his cock in and out, in and out of these passive globes.
"Such nice fucking tits, yeah, going to fuck them hard," Harry said, plunging his cock hard between her breasts for emphasis, and Rogue moaned, eyes glazed back with the prominent pleasure, inhaling and exhaling from Harry's stimulation.
"Yes, fuck them, fuck them hard, shoot your spunk all over them," Rogue chanted, as Harry pushed his thick cock between the valley of her breasts.
"I'm going to cover you with so much of my seed," Harry told her through gritted teeth, and Rogue squeezed her breasts together, smashing his cock between them, but Harry pushed through and speared into her hard.
"Fuck them, fuck them, shoot your seed over me, I want it on my face," Rogue told him.
Harry gave several more long and hard strokes, going long and hard into them, and the massive tits squeezed hard. Rogue's hips lifted off of the bed, and she was playing with herself when Harry felt his cock worked over by her lovely fleshy globes.
A hard grunt, then Harry's tightened, a load of semen shooting out of it, and Rogue gave a pleasurable scream, when a lot of it, splattered onto her face and tits, covering them with the white, thick cum that Harry enjoyed, flowing out long and hard.
Rogue slid back, and she grabbed Harry, flipping him onto the bed, sitting perched and ready to go. Harry reached over, gripping onto her hips, and pulled over the girl, setting her onto his hips, so she straddled him, and slowly scooped the cum off of her breasts.
With the cum splattered on her hands, Rogue began to slowly, and seductively lick her hands clean, watching Harry's motion, and feeling his cock grow underneath her heated mound.
"So hot, you eating my cum, I'm going to be inside you now," Harry said, and Rogue slipped onto him, moaning hotly once she felt Harry's length penetrate her, and rose up, before coming back down again, establishing a moment of riding Harry, clenching him hard with her pussy. Harry rose his hips up with each and every passing moment, quickening his motions, and Rogue's breasts bounced hard. "Ride me, while I squeeze your tits!"
Harry clutched her tits hard in his hand, and Rogue did not mind, the harder he squeezed, the better she felt, and the harder she rode him. The best part about this is Harry did not let her do all of the work, no he was thrusting up into her, and squeezing her, giving her the encouragement that she needed when she rode him.
Kitty watched on the other side of this bed, rubbing her clit furiously, and really hoped that Harry would figure out how to get that shield spell working, because this waiting her turn was kind of unbearable.
"Oh, oh, fuck me hard, lover, pound that twat," Rogue mewled, and Harry did as his girlfriend told him, thrusting up long and hard into her, feeling her cunt squeeze around him, feeling the pleasure and the pressure around him.
Rogue felt him stretch her, and it was such a wonderful feeling, this big thick tool going up into her, with the moments ticking away, and the pleasure she got, feeling herself be brought to the peak. Her juices lubricated the movement, and allowed Rogue to continue to slide on and off of Harry, bringing her tight cunt down onto him, squeezing him hard.
The little jolts of magic that Harry sent into her, was making squeeze, and clench him hard, whilst she rode him long and hard. The bed creaked, with the two lovers enjoying each other's motions.
Harry thought he was close.
"You're so tight, think I'm going to lose it," Harry voice, but he was not done yet, he wanted to drive Rogue to the brink, before the young woman begged for him to come.
"Cum for me Harry, please, shoot it inside me," Rogue managed , and the young woman squeezed him nice and hard. "Fucking cum for me."
Harry's balls tightened, and after a long hard session later, his cum splattered deep into Rogue, splattering her walls, and painting the inside of her with its full whiteness.
Harry was not done for the night, as Kitty went over to take her turn, and they switched off until all of them were spent, which was well past midnight.
Smut/Lemon Concludes.
Harry breathed heavily, once he had made his way through the mountains that had been erected through the magical simulation, and saw the flaming beasts of fire peering down on him. They would be ready to pounce if he did not do anything against them. Normal spells would not work on these things, as Harry quickly found that point out the hard way. The dark haired wizard rushed forward, dodging the flaming axe that had been created, before he blocked it with a shield.
Harry closed his eyes tightly, and tried to master his surroundings to the point where he could deal with these monsters, with the ground shifting, and sure enough Harry managed to conjure heavy vines that cut through the fiery creatures, before their flames had been snuffed out by a conjured tidal wave. The young mage dropped to his knees, and waved his hand, blinking his eyes, and had a feeling that the worst was not to come.
Sure enough, a large creature, a giant who breathed fire stomped the ground, but Harry managed to do what anyone should do against any opponent much larger than them. The legs should be taken out on all costs, and that's what Harry did, blasting with a series of fiery spikes at the knees, trying to cut the legs out from underneath the creature. Harry took a moment, taking a deep breath, and Harry sprung up, flying high into the air, before sending a blinding blast into the giant's eyes.
Harry dropped down, dropping to both knees, and taking a deep breath, before the mist swirled around him, and Doctor Strange appeared before him, giving Harry an appraising look.
"You have performed in an adequate matter, but there are times where you put a bit too much power into your spells, when a simpler solution could be at hand," Strange remarked without taking much of a breath, and his eyes peered upon Harry. There was times where Strange and Harry stared at each other. "But regardless of that fact, you have shown marked improvement, and are getting better at manipulating your surroundings. The more creatures you fight, the harder it is, and then once there is a versatile enemy, you have to become more adaptable."
Harry just allowed that all to set in, he had come leaps and bounds since the moment he had left Hogwarts and his own dimension, with more than a couple of months having passed, but he'd be lying if he said he was completely satisfied. Feeling that there was more room for improvement, Harry resolved to push him harder, nearly to the point of absurdity, and the dark haired young man sat himself down on the ground.
"I feel as if my powers are growing every day," Harry said, before he spoke himself.
"Power is a strange concept, when one really considers it," Strange mused, taking a moment to reflect. "There is no true metric it could be measures. Even the most powerful of sorcerers have a day where they seem to be weak. There are many instances where I reflect upon past battles, and think of what I should have done differently."
Harry found himself doing that as well more often than not.
"But, it is much easier to look at these things in hindsight, as opposed to once you are in the moment. There are instances where the most logical step to win, is not the most logical step to win the battle once we are in the moment."
"I understand," Harry answered, with a slight nod of his head, offering a smile, and taking a long and deep breath, before fixing Strange. "There are activities that seem to boost...my powers, shall we say."
"Shall I assume that you are speaking about your romantic relationships," Strange replied in a delicate and professional manner.
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about," Harry responded to that moment, and Strange seemed to be considering exactly how much he wanted to delve into that particular topic.
The truth be told, there were many interesting ideas of how sex and magic worked in term, and whilst Strange did not have ample opportunities to study the matter up close, and personal, or at least to the extent that he wanted to, it was a fascinating subject for study. He understood that Harry already had two young ladies, and would likely captivate many more, both the right kind and the wrong kind.
"Without understanding how magic works in your world, I can only offer a scant few theories," Strange replied, and then he added in an afterthought. "Not to mention whatever lineage that you might have throughout your bloodline."
Harry realized how little he knew about his bloodline from his old world, and there was the fact that he never would know. For all he knew, the Potters could have a rich and fascinating history.
"Intercourse has often been known to be an empowering activity in many circumstances," Strange explained, and Harry responded with a nod. "Magic born from such activities could be extremely powerful, and potentially dangerous."
'Never a good combination,' Harry thought to himself.
"I believe that you may have some kind of allure to you," Strange answered, and Harry looked at him with a quizzical look. "It will lower the inhibitions of girls who would otherwise be attracted to you, but may be hesitant to follow up on it for various reasons."
Harry wondered about that, but that would make sense. This might have been another mutant power, because if Harry had this power in this old world, he would not have had the poor luck that he had with girls. Still that was the past, and his luck was improving a lot with the girls.
"I can assure you that the allure will not force girls that would not be willing," Strange answered, and Harry just looked at him with a smile. "However, given someone of your power, and also the vibe of mystery that you give, you may find that there are many girls that are willing. I would highly suggest you choose wisely, for many of the girls who are willing, might not be someone who have your best interests in mind."
Harry thought that was a good suggestion, and one that he was keeping in mind.
"And my powers seem much stronger ever since, well I started having sex at least one time a day," Harry responded, and Strange just stroked his chin, nodding. This was one of the last conversations that he expected to have with an apprentice, but then again in his line of work, one would have to expect the unexpected.
Strange got to his feet at that moment, and turned around, he would have to consult more books, as many of the learned magical users of the world had many interesting ideas about how this sexual intercourse would work. The Sorcerer Supreme just adjusted his stance, and looked at Harry.
"We have been here for several hours, I believe it is time for you to return," Strange answered, and Harry nodded, thinking that he learned much today, with his head swimming with information, too much to really consider. "I bid you farewell, and hope your journey back is safe."
Harry nodded, before he walked off, another session having done, the hours just flew by.
Strange meanwhile was left to ponder about his apprentice, and wondered if this young man had any clue about the full scope of his power. There were many instances where Strange could tell that there was a lot of untapped power that Harry might be restraining, but it was just as well. Very few could have handled that level of power this soon, and Strange knew if he had that level of power at Harry's age, he might have been sorely tempted to misuse it.
Harry could be extremely powerful, but Strange decided to keep these observations under his hat for the moment, not wanting Harry to rush his development. There have been many who were far older, although perhaps not that much wiser, who had allowed the power to get away from them. Strange was impressed by how quickly he had come, as not many could obtain this level of power before the age of thirty, or around that.
Yet, much like all users of magic, Harry had a lot to learn, and the Sorcerer Supreme also thought that he would have more lessons to learn himself due to this unique situation. Even Stephen Strange understood that each day that there was more and more lessons to learn, whilst moments in time passed.
Strange paused and sat rigid, sensing a presence of some sort that was near, but that was nothing new. There were many presences that were unsettling, and as the Sorcerer Supreme, there were many dangerous sources of power that he located. Yet, this presence was only around for a second, before it disappeared.
Harry had sensed the presence as well, and quickened his strides to the Xavier Institute, there was a sense that something was up, although Harry did not know what. Until Harry could figure out what was happening, he was going to remain worried, and most importantly, he would be on his guard.
Harry made his way back to the Xavier Institute, but stopped the moment he touched down outside of it. The dark haired wizard sensed a presence, and it was not the good type of presence either, rather the presence was quite evil, and extremely malevolent, and immediately, Harry took a step forward, his hand on the door knob.
There was no time to shift around, and figure out what plan he was going to make, for there was a loud scream that came inside the Mansion, before the scream was silenced. Said scream sounded like Kitty, and that caused Harry to break open the doors, not caring if he had bust it off the hinges, slide inside, and look around.
There was no one around, and the silence was in fact deafening. Harry could barely keep his head above the water, and there were times where he thought that someone tried to poke into his mind.
Immediately, Harry dropped to his knees, and he felt something slam up within his head, causing a ringing sensation that echoed for miles around. The dark haired wizard continued to take a deep breath, pausing at the slightest moments, and he entered the study, to see Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue sitting around, looking positively catatonic.
Their eyes were opened, but no one was in fact home, even when Harry snapped his fingers again and again. Harry tried to revive them with a few spells, but still nothing. He would like to have slipped inside their minds to try and see if he could bring them out of their state, but Harry was nowhere nearly as confident with his mind magic abilities. The slightest wrong nudge at the wrong part of the brain could turn one of them into a vegetable.
Harry was trying not to freak out, because bad things happened when he freaked out.
Harry stepped back, hearing a thump in the wall, and there was another thump in the wall, and once again, someone appeared to try to take hold of Harry, but once again, something forced them out, all at great pain to Harry.
"Your mind may be strong, but you cannot evade my power forever, young one.'
A deep and mysterious voice with no body seldom meant something good, and Harry quickened his steps, to see Scott downed in the hallway, his eyes closed, and his visor knocked off. Jean was on the ground a few feet away from him, and even Logan was down, even though his arms twitched every few minutes, and his claws popped out.
"If they perish in my domain, they will perish in the real world. Do you think that you can save them?'
The voice was taunting and tormenting, with Harry wondering where it had come from, and the dark haired wizard continuing his movements, further and further with each passing instance. There was some kind of problem that Harry needed to solve, and the dark haired wizard took the deepest breath and his eyes snapped to the windows which rattled.
This was done because Storm was yelling and thrashing in the next room, lighting was crackling outside, and a heavy wind kicked up.
"No, I will not allow you to take me again, I escaped you, I escaped you!" Storm yelled at the top of her lungs.
Whoever this person was, he knew Storm, or Storm knew him, and their past was not a good memory for Storm. Harry thought that his roll call was all on line except for one, and he noticed that the Professor was missing. Xavier was not present, but Harry made his way over to his office, which had been barricaded shut.
Barricaded shut to a normal person maybe, but not by magic, with Harry busting open the office door, and entering, hands glowing with the personification of power. There was a moment where he stood, to face Xavier.
Xavier like the others, had his eyes wide open, but there was no response, none at all. The leader of the X-Men's breath had become shallow, and Harry could tell that his face contorted in pain, with his mouth trying to articulate a word. Whoever had a grip on Xavier's mind, they had a tight one, but the headmaster was given quite the fight, despite someone outgunning him.
Harry summarized that Xavier could have only been taken by such a matter by surprise, but he noticed something else. There was a slip of paper on his desk, with a word hastily scrawled on it, which Harry deduced had happened when Xavier was possessed, and whoever this mysterious force was, he utilized Xavier's powers to ensnare the minds of the X-Men.
Snatching up the piece of paper in his hand, Harry read the sole word on it.
'Shadow King.'
Harry had no idea what it is, but he knew when he was outgunned, so he bolted from the office, when suddenly, the whirling winds and thunder kicked up.
"Do you really think that I'm going to allow you to leave since I cannot possess your mind. Now that you're here, you will not be leaving this place alive."
"You'd be surprised of how many people tell me that," Harry managed in a dry voice, and with the reflexes that were born in Quidditch and fine-tuned in the Danger Room, Harry managed to throw his way through the hallway, before deciding to throw himself through the nearest window.
A tornado kicked up outside, but all Harry had to do was fly behind the scope of this anti-teleportation shield that this man put around the Institute, before popping back away.
"What you do is futile, you cannot stop me."
Again, if Harry had a piece of gold for any time someone said something like that to him, he would be far richer then he would be right now, and he flew into the sky, high above the clouds, and made it past the wards, the tingling sensation stopped, and Harry popped off without another word.
He just was glad that he had just left Doctor Strange, and Strange would be unlikely to have disappeared after the events that occurred on this day. Hopefully Strange could help him get to the bottom of this, and could save his team, because Harry had a feeling that his time was running out.
"I'm sorry to come to you about this for help," Harry responded, but Strange's eyes just snapped forward, and he shook his head.
"No, Harry, you did the proper thing, it takes true strength of character to admit and know your limitations," Strange replied, and the Sorcerer Supreme just allowed the statement that Harry had given him to properly settle in. "So, you said the Shadow King was behind this?"
"Yes, that's what it seemed by what Professor Xavier wrote on his paper," Harry replied, and his green eyes were fixed upon the Sorcerer Supreme for the briefest of instances. "Do you know of him?"
"Yes," Strange answered without pause, or pre-amble, before taking a long breath. "He is a spirit that feeds off of the worst elements of humanity, mostly hatred, but he is not picky to what he is fueled by. He has existed since the dawn of me in many forms, and legend has it that he has influenced many of history's greatest monsters."
Harry allowed this to all sink in.
"The last time he was present upon this plane was ten years ago, where he possessed a man named Amahl Farouk, and led a group of street children in Cairo to commit crimes, stealing from them, and one of them was Ororo Munroe, or Storm as she was known," Strange explained briefly, as he consulted a book whilst he explained. "Ororo picked the pocket of Charles Xavier, who discovered that Farouk was a telepath. The two had a duel of the minds, and eventually, Charles managed to banish the vile spirit, sealing it away upon the Astral Plane, until the moment where he broke free apparently."